i had a bad day.

last night studied till 2am for maths test.
in return i got only 3.5/13.
what's wrong with me?!
felt ultimately demoralised.
saw mr ang outside the stuff room while i was handing in maths stuff.
he said to me: " work hard ah weishan."
waolau.
i just feel like dying.
its not that im not.
and i dont think i studied the wrong way.
do i deserve a 3.5 out 13 marks?
i read thru the notes, practiced the tutorial qns again.
wrong meh?

i may not work as hard as those hardworking student,
but im trying to work at least.

the pe teachers are chasing after me to get me to do napha.
just fuck it can.
do you ppl have a heart?
my leg injury alr caused me to have a pair of unbalanced legs,
and its all caused by that pe lesson.
go think abt it,
the medical fee is not cheap alright.
my mum n dad print money izzit?

you pple have REAP on monday at 5pm,
the girls doesnt have it.
just becos u ppl have 3 hrs of boredom?
and we were made to stay back with you people.
fucking pissed with the decision.
too bad, we're the minorities.

so much of the rantings.

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cut my hair.
its freaking ugly previously.
doesnt make much difference thou.
mum dint even notice.
just snip off the long bunch of hair at the back.
saw evelyn. (HI!)

went back alone.
standing at a corner,
cornered by strangers.
spaced out.
not even thinking.
just stoned throughout the journey.

im just bad with making decision.
and in the end,
i made bad decisions.
today just reflects it totally.

giving up?
partially.
hate it.

//runs